#Gutarist!Franky

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Sweet sound of you -> Under the cut franky/mig, 2.9k words smut

It’s been a long day.

Really fucking long day.

There were problems with a location for a concert, they didn’t want them to perform no more after their last show at Wembley Stadium, where Diggia decided bringing on an italian flag with written on it “It’s coming ROME” was the perfect idea in front of the british public.

God he’s gonna kill him.

One day he’s gonna kill all of them for all the headaches they cause him.

Bez and his stupid cult-like friends, Pecco with his “I’m not good enough if I don’t get the song right at the first try”, Enea and Diggia - he doesn’t even want to begin listing all the trouble they put him through, 

The only decently calm and collected ones were Cele and Luca.

Until they fucking decided to come out to the world as a couple without telling him first and he had to manage the situation.

As the manager of the band he was always overwhelmed with problems and issues coming from everywhere.

“Mig you need to book one more date” “Mig you need to order new instruments Bez smashed the last two guitars”

“Mig we need you to book better hotels these are shitty”

“Mig put me in the room with him, not with the other”

Blah blah blah.

All fucking day and night.

Now he finally has some time to himself.

Note really himself cause he’s sharing the room with his boyfriend but still close enough.

He wants, and needs to relax and he knows nothing gets him more relaxed than having a weed-powered orgasm, and dating a weed-smoker guitarist comes with a few pros in that field.

Mig drops his backpack next to the entrance, says hi to the cats and takes off his shoes.

The jacket gets unceremoniously thrown to the ground next to the backpack, he’ll think about it later.

He needs a shower.

As if God finally decided to listen to him, he hears the faucet opening, Franky must be getting ready to shower as well.

What convenient timing.

He almost trips over the guitar he left laying around as fucking always, and actually walks over some music sheets he’ll have to approve of later that week.

Last time he didn’t look at the song it was basically a porno, obviously Diggia had written it, God knows for who, and it fucking described a blowie.

“Franky? I’m back”

“Oh be careful with the guitar eh” “Yeah yeah I know”

Mig is taking off his cap and rings, doesn’t like to get 'em wet under the shower.

When he opens the bathroom door to shoot his shot and flirt his way into the shower he fails miserably, staring mouth agape and probably drooling even at the sight before him.

Franky, completely naked, which yeah, makes sense if he wants to take a shower, already half soaked from the water, hair loosely around and fucking drenched, a joint hanging between those lips who made him scream so much under the covers, hands fidgeting with the lighter they bought in Miami and he could just have a peek of what he needed more in that moment.

Franky sees him and smirks, managing to flick the lighter on and light the joint.

He always manages to get excellent weed somehow.

“Care to join me Andre?”

“Yes”

It’s pathetic? Yes He’s impossibly needy right now and just needs that dick inside him? Also yes Franky’s gonna tease him about it for years? Yes

“Hurry or I’ll finish the joint myself bimbo”

God he hated that pet name, just because he was a bit - ok no a lot - shorter they all messed with him.

“I’m - fuck come on come off - almost done”

He’s struggling with taking his shirt off, it got stuck in his necklace, he’s scrambling to get it off.

Suddenly there’s another body near him, pulling the shirt up without breaking the necklace and throwing it on the bed.

Mig lets out a small whimper when he sees Franky looking right at him.

“Hi” “Hi”

“Want a drag?”

“Yes please I almost killed myself today”

“Let’s not ok? Still need my favorite manager with me”

Mig blushes, because Franky might seem calm and shy and all those things, but as soon as they’re behind closed doors he shifts to this and he surely can’t complain.

He takes the joint and takes a few drags, the smoke hanging heavily in the stiff air of the room.

“Come on, get naked and join me in the shower”

“Can be a bit nicer about it”

“You like nice? Since when?”

And Mig blushes again, and takes another drag as he takes off jeans and boxers.

He leaves the joint in the ashtray and gets in the shower.

He barely makes it inside that Franky is already kissing him, warm water running down his back as he gets backed up against the wall, cold blue tiles in contrast with the heat’s pooling in his stomach.

“I love you”

“Mh love you too”

Franky moves so so slowly Mig thinks this could be torture, and gets into kissing his neck, soft plump lips against his skin, and it’s boiling hot at this point.

“Can I?”

“Yeah go on go on”

Franky always asks for permission to leave marks, especially if on his neck, he’d never want to do something which could upset the younger.

The only thing that could upset Mig now tho would be them not fucking, because he really needs a release and knows Franky probably does too, it’s been a week full of rehearsals for the Tour, and Franky has also been working on a few new songs.

“You smell nice”

“It’s the cologne you bought me”

“Yeah I know, that’s why you smell nice”

“You smell like weed”

“Mh you don’t like it?”

“Oh no I love it”

Franky smiles against his neck, kissing it again, before letting his hands wander all over Mig’s body, pressing his thumb right on the hickey he left on the younger’s hipbone in the morning.

“Don’t - fuck - not there”

“Why? It gets you horny”

“It gets you horny”

“You want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare Franky”

He presses his thumb on the bruise once more before pulling Mig closer to him, their cocks brushing against each other at the move, making both of them moan.

“Can’t” Franky smashes their lips together again, moving a hand behind Mig’s thigh and pulling it up “stop wanting to kiss you”

“Please don’t”

They make out for another good five minutes, during which Mig gets shamelessly hard and his need just multiplies. 

“Do you think you need lube or are you still ok from this morning?” “I’m ok I’m ready Franky just fuck me. I need it”

“As you wish”

Franky lifts Mig up, it’s no big deal, like at all, not because Mig is not muscled or something, but he’s definitely smaller in height and frame, and it’s really easy for Franky to pick him up whenever.

And Mig fucking loves this. He’s always felt like being shorter and smaller was a disadvantage, something to be ashamed of, but with Franky he just felt protected by their difference, and he honestly couldn’t hide it was hot how Franky could basically lift him up with one arm.

The older pushes his dick inside, slowly, he knows despite going in the morning already Mig always needs some more stretch before actually getting fucked.

He feels so good, he’s basically built for him.

“Fuck”“Ok? Can I keep going?” “Yesyesyes please”

Franky thrusts up, it’s not comfortable per se as a position, but he knows Mig loves when he holds him there like he weighs nothing and just fucks him stupid.

Mig moans and to him it’s more beautiful than any music he can make with his guitar.

They kiss again, Franky picks up the pace and in a matter of minutes the only thing they can hear are each other’s moans, their skin slapping and the water running warm on Franky’s back.

“You’re big fuck”

“You never complain”

Mig laughs, and it gets interrupted by a louder moan once Franky moves to suck a hickey on his neck, marking him more than he did in the morning when he left marks all over his hips and thighs.

“I love -fuck- love how you get my mind off things” Mig’s breath is hot against his skin, hotter than the water dripping down his back, he’s got his arms thrown around his neck, hands holding on his back, trying to not slip away from the hold Franky has on him.

“You’d look sick with a tattoo on your back, you know that? Or if you actually got up the courage to pierce your dick. I’d suck you off every fucking day for eternity, you’d be so fucking hot”

“So I should get my dick pierced just because you’re a needy little boy and you need my dick to keep you happy?”

Mig whimpers at the words, he can feel Franky inside him and it’s so good, he never wants this to end.

Wants to get pinned to the bed as soon as they get out of here and get fucked again, he wants to forget all about work and the problems he’s got and just get fucked by him to an inch of his life.

“Please yes” “You know I’d do anything for you”

They’re kissing again, much more passion this time, much more raw need, much more excitement.

It’s not easy or practical to fuck like this, they both know, that’s why Mig would very much like for them to somehow have enough brain to at least move out the shower so Franky could bend him over the sink and fuck him there.

But right now none of the two is willing to separate, not even for a millisecond to breathe in some oxygen, they’re both running solely on lust and need.

“Don’t hold back Andre, I love how tight you get when you’re close, makes me go fucking crazy”

“Harder. Harder please”

Franky doesn’t wait to hear it a second time, he’s thrusting deeper, touching spots inside him that make Mig see stars.

He bites at Mig’s collarbone and draws out a satisfied moan, which just gets to his brain as a signal to keep going, harderdeeperfaster.

Mig’s hands move from his back to tangle in his hair, tug at them, play with his curls as he gets louder and louder with his moans.

God how he loves Franky’s hair.

When he cut them off two years ago he wanted to kill him.

He wants to have something to play with, needs to have them through his fingers when he gets fucked to an inch of his life, or when they lay in bed smoking and chatting.

He knows he’s close, he always gets there before Franky, but that just means Franky can still fuck him after he has came, and he wants that to happen so fucking bad.

“Close Franky so close fuck” “I know baby I feel it, what do you say I keep fucking you on the bed after you cum now?” “yes”

Franky smiles again, fucking into him enough to tip him over the edge, making him come all over both their abs with a chocked scream from Mig.

They untangle, Mig letting his leg slip down, his feet touching the ground and for a second he limps, he can feel his thighs shake, but he manages to gain back control immediately, starting to walk out the shower.

“Can you reach it on your own? Or do I have to help you?” “Not made of glass I can walk”

“I was just making sure I didn’t fuck you too hard”

The motherfucker is smiling, moving a hand on the small of his back and slightly pushing him towards the bedroom.

“You’re too nice to actually fuck me that hard” Franky raises an eyebrow in surprise, he’s never made Mig actually unable to walk because he doesn’t want to embaraìrass him in front of the others.

But if he asks. Who is he to say no?

“I wouldn’t talk like that if I were you, I just fucked you in a shower and you were already moaning like a bitch in heat”

“You can’t do any better? Fuck me properly until I can barely say your name?”

They’re close to the edge of the bed, Mig knows perfectly what game he’s playing, and honestly Franky doesn’t have time to play it, he just wants to fuck his boyfriend until he can’t speak anymore.

“Come on big guy you want to do something?”

“Get on the bed”

“Make me”

The half ounce of self control Franky still had in him gets ripped from his body as he not so gently throws Mig on the bed making him squirm.

He kisses the younger with force, almost imposing himself in a way he doesn’t usually do because he fears it’s too much.

But the way Mig acted earlier made him send his thoughts to hell and actually act on his wants.

And what he wants right now is Mig moaning and being completely helpless under him.

“Come on fuck me” it’s the only thing Mig manages to say in between kisses, or more precisely whatever they’re doing, Franky is basically eating his face and he’s just whining and complying.

Franky doesn’t even ask, he just brakes away from the kiss and flips Mig so he’s laying on his stomach, he does it as if Mig doesn’t fucking weighs more than a feather and it gets the younger lightheaded.

He feels a hand lifting up just his ass and knows he’s in for a really hard fuck.

Maybe he’ll get stupid enough he’ll actually forget about his problems.

Mig barely manages to realize the position he’s in that Franky is already pushing his dick inside him, they’re still wet from the shower, the sheets will be drenched with water but neither cares right now, they both want the same thing.

Mig whimpers at the sensation, and starts to moan right away as Franky moves, setting a deep and fast pace from the start, holding Mig’s hips up with both his hands.

The younger loves to feel smaller but god does the other love feeling bigger, broader, basically towering over Mig, who’s currently moaning at every thrust Franky does, hitting his prostate everytime.

“Mo-re please”

If Mig is still able to talk it means he isn’t doing a good enough job of keeping his mind from running around like a pinball, so he thrusts harder, tightens the grip on his hips.

He’s gonna leave a mark for sure, both there and everywhere he kissed before.

He moves a hand so it goes to rest on Mig’s nape, and at first just leaves it there, a warning he can do whatever he wants to him and he better be careful.

“Is it enough? Or you want more? You need me to fuck you more?”

The only answer he gets is a mess of moans and whimpers, meaning he’s doing great, but he still wants to remind Mig he shouldn’t disrespect him like that, and that in the end he’s the one getting fucked, not the other way around.

So he pushes Mig’s face onto the mattress, letting him just enough freedom to turn his head and breathe, before fucking him like a man possessed.

The only thing Mig can feel is pure pleasure and that slight side of pain that comes with Franky being big even once he’s stretched properly.

He can just moan and hope this goes on as long as possible, he wants the others to know Franky is with him, they all stare a bit too much when he takes off his shirt, they need to know he’s his, only he gets fucked like this by him.

He wants the marks to last forever, like tattoos on his skin, he wants to feel this sensation for days, going around knowing he made Franky snap and finally fuck him as he wanted him to.

He knows his boyfriend is getting closer to the edge, he can feel it in his moans, in the way his thrusts become irregular, understands it because Franky lowered himself to suck at the skin on his shoulder blade, and is grunting in his ears.

Mig is close too, so fucking much, he’d just need to hear Franky’s voice and he’d cum on the spot.

And that’s just what happens, as soon as FRanky gets closer to his ears and whispers the words “beautiful”, he’s coming, he’s barely got any voice left to moan properly, he just whimpers at teh release, and clenches around FRanky, who simply can’t hold back anymore, and comes buried deep inside Mig, still holding him face against the mattress as his mind clears in the post sex clarity.

He lets go of him, sees the mark he’s left.

It’s fucking red.

“sorry baby I didn’t mean to hurt you” “you didn’t - ah - you didn’t hurt me, you made me see fucking starts”

Mig sits up, turns towards Franky and he thinks he’s just fallen in love once again.

There’s a moment where they just look into each other's eyes, before kissing once more, sweetly this time, slowly.

“I love you” “Love you too”